A Fellatio Fornication (part I)

Hey!  As some of you may or may not know, I write short stories, and I'm even working on a novella.  I  had something rattling around in my head last night, so thought I'd put ink to paper, so to speak:

"Fellatio Fornication:  A First Encounter with a Lover"

You call me to your elegantly-decorated den to receive me. There is no bed. You beckon me to sit in a large chair across from you. Both chairs are turned slightly to catch the warmth of the fire in the huge fireplace that dominates the room. The thought of what you may do to me both frightens and excites me at the same time.

We sit in silence for what seems like an eternity to me. I dare not speak for fear of you, but your stare makes me uncomfortable. I try to avoid your gaze, but it is not an easy task. I want desperately want to look at you. I work up the nerve and move my eyes from the floor to look at you. Your eyes penetrate my body as you look at me.

The silence and your constant gaze stretch my nerves to the breaking point. I detect a warmth that radiates from your smile as I meet your gaze with my own. Despite your silence and penetrating stare, or perhaps because of them, my fears begin to slowly evaporate. I cannot read anything in particular about your demeanor, but what I see is enough to quench my fears.


"So, my dear, how are you finding the cabin?" The unexpectedness of your soft voice startles me.


"It's fine, thank you," is the only suitable reply I can muster.


You rise from your chair and gesture that I do the same. I stand facing you. You stare deep into my eyes, unnerving me more. I look away; I am your servant and should not presume to stare at you in the eyes. 'As long as you are in this house, you are to share with me your eyes, as well as anything else that may be of interest to me,' you reply. You lean forward, gently kissing me while you wrap me in your arms.

You break the caress and undo the belt of your robe. I stare at your nakedness in the light of the fire, your glorious cock seeming to dance in its amber glow. You place your hand upon mine and guide it towards the shaft. I jump back when I touch it; frightened that I may hurt you in some way in my excitement.

You hold my hand on you firmly. Its flesh is soft, but the erection itself is rather hard. I feel it pulsing as I grasp it. You sink back into the large chair, and I am forced to kneel before you. My face is almost level with this lovely creature I now hold in my tender hands.

I study it fascinated, captivated by it. Its ridges, its shape, the deep purple-colored veins that are so clearly visible to my envious eyes. You watch me as I study you. As I watch you, my hand slowly encircles the shaft, and a rather large dollop of liquid forms at its tip. This strange substance has the appearance of thick water and as it oozes down I realize just how slippery your shaft has become. The more I use my hand, the more I grip and squeeze, the more liquid I elicit from the tip.

You smile at me. Above else, I want to please you, to show you that I am capable of pleasing you and learning from your guidance. I increase the pressure of my grip on your shaft once more and enjoy the feeling of it jump in my hand. It becomes clear that this is what I am supposed to be doing! You place your hand on to the tip of your own wonderful member and allow your fingertip to slide over the nectar that you produce with such ease. Slowly, you place your liquid-covered finger to your mouth, enjoying it.

I watch you as you do so. The feelings that it stirs within me are not the type that are easily explained. I watch once more as you coat your fingertip with more of the slippery fluid. This time, however, you place the fingertip onto my lips, as if inviting me to partake of your nectar. Obediently, I begin to lick the substance of what you now offer me. I am surprised that it does not taste nearly as bad as my imagination has led me to believe. In fact, the taste is most certainly not unpleasant. It is not gross or otherwise abhorrent, and the way I suck on your finger obviously pleases you.

"You wish to please me dear?" you inquire in a low, soft voice. I nod. I want to please you, and the awareness of my own arousal fills me with the guilty certainty that I want to please myself as well, that following your desires will satisfy this craving within me.

"You will use your tongue on my member," you say to me nonchalantly, but in a kind voice. "I will guide you as you do, so that I obtain the pleasure I require from you." Your desire is issued in such an authoritative voice that I have little choice but to oblige. I feel goose bumps pop up all over my body as you offer your 'instruction'. I am so eager to please you that I know I will do your will, regardless. I look at the strange creature throbbing in my hands and then close my eyes to get to work.

"Open your eyes, woman!" you command me. "You will watch your work" Fear washes back over me. I feel the sweat begin to trickle down my back, soaking my nightgown, as I open my eyes. I am a bit frightened; this alien is so big and my mouth so small, I pray that licking is all that you want me to do.

(part II forthcoming)